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Let Me Go

You love me but you don't know who I am
I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand
And you love me but you don't know who I am
So let me go
Let me go

-3 Doors Down

Jude awoke to the ringing of her cell phone. 8am, glared at her from her alarm clock. She released a string of curses underneath her breath.

"What?" She growled into the phone.

"Jude?"

Jude's heart stopped. "Tommy?"

"Look, Jude. I know that I am the last person you want to talk, but please. Ten minutes is all I need."

Jude groaned and burrowed herself deeper into her bed.

"What do you want, Tommy?"

"Meet me at the coffee shop around the corner in 10 minutes."

Jude peeked her head out from the covers to look into the mirror on her closet door. She looked like hell.

"Give me fifteen minutes and I'll be there." She hung up the phone and tossed it on the floor. She kicked the blankets off and wobbled into the bathroom. Within minutes Jude was pulling her wet hair in a hat and walking out the door.

Tommy looked down at his phone. He could feel the eyes of his driver on him.

Tommy twisted his wedding band around his finger. He knew Jude would not understand what he was about to tell her. Knowing her, she would go off an emotional rant, but he needed to do this.

"Hey," she heard her greet softly. He could hear the hope in her voice. That made it even more difficult.

"Hey Jude," he replied.

Jude sat in the chair across from him. He didn't say anything. He just looked at her.

"So?"

"I'm leaving, Jude."

"What? Her? You're leaving her?" Jude asked. He chose her! Jude wanted to smile, but the expression on his face told her to wait.

"No, Jude. I am not leaving her. I am leaving Toronto. I am going away for awhile."

"What about my album? Tommy, I need you. When are you coming back?"

"You needing me is what got us into this mess in the first place!" Tommy snapped. He instantly regretted.

"Did you just invite me out here to blame me? Because, just so you know, I do a kick ass job all by myself."

"No, Jude. Look, it's me. It's all me. I did this. I hurt you. I hurt Sam. I really messed up this time."

"So, you're running away?"

"No. I don't know. I do know that I am sorry and I am going to fix this."

Tommy rose to his feet.

"I have a plane to catch."

Jude looked up at him with wide eyes. Hurt was evident in them. Tommy hated himself for doing this, but he did not want to hurt Sam or Jude, anymore.

"Mousier Quessey, the pilot called. The jet is ready for take off as soon as you arrive," the driver announced.

"Merci, Jean." The driver nodded and opened the back door of the town car.

"Quessey?" Jude inquired, confused.

"I never said Quincy was my last name. Good bye, Jude," Tommy replied and got into the back of the car.

Jude stood at the curb watching his car disappear into traffic.

"I should have expected this," she told herself. Jude wiped a stray tear from her eye and started on her walk home. She was so absorbed with her thoughts, she didn't see the camera flash.